Blaze Goes the Gun

Sun, 01/12/2020 - 19:19 -- hgk5501

                                                                             Pow pow pow the gun sounded

            We can stopped in amazement, it was very slim, shiny and well-rounded 

          How could it be seeing him lay there scared as ever

       No time to go,nobody to be in this life endeavor 

     Help me he yelled                                         I cannot do a thing

     Please he begged                                           I could not move 

     I just wanted to save him, but I rather stood in astonishment 

     He bled, I saw it

     More blood ran

     No moves made

     Only now tears

     Relive my pain


This poem is about: 
Our world


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